My nervous breakdown was a lousy break for all concerned.
Vacation plans changed, down payments forfeited.
Returning home after months of electric shock therapy, I was instructed by several of my immediate family to “never do THAT again.”
If I felt myself slipping too far down The Rabbit Hole and the washing machine began repeating its mantra of “MoonJack” on the second cold rinse cycle, I’d do some deep breathing exercises.
Show some consideration for the rest of your family, was the message in the bottle.
I realized the error of my ways and decided to have my next breakdown catered.